Tonalità: C major
Verse 1
Ebm
Uh, look, it's about time somebody put these niggas cars,
you know?
Some of these niggas is lyin',
y 'all, I'm tellin' you.
I ain't no rattin', no snitch.
Some of these niggas is not
keepin' the bread.
You feel me?
Come on, stop it.
You know your snitch ass
is four corners.
Swear straight sucker, fuck a rider,
I'll bone ya.
Whippin' seals still for sex appeal
Text kill, next kill
Ain't figured out his
motherfuckin' death still
You better go back for smokin'
crack or somethin'
Runnin' up the corner store,
stealin' snacks or somethin'
Fuckin' with me?
You'd rather take a bullet in the knee
It's less painful, nigga,
trust me, bust me
Let's say you got that all
You never let it tell
somebody you got that all
My niggas will want ya, hunt ya
Till they caught ya
Then there's torture, scorch ya
Motherfucker call a lawyer
High as a ditty, pretty boy, rap stars
Seriously killin' me, because
you all act hard
Look, man, the bullets with this high rate
Pass the door or your range
Like it's not a fuckin' fact
Bitch, trash bag
Garbage -clad bag with a yellow bag
Pussy -ass pussycat,
shaky as some belly fat
Dwell on a queer tear,
walk on two cold feet
Rap about mini -gats,
but you scared the whole heap
And every dollar you make,
buddy, you owe me
Backslap your rap with a bitch hat,
you know me
Jesus, my streets, police don't control me
I make a nuncin' in
Hennessy, holy
Yeah, ain't nothin' fair here
where we struggle hard
Fight for our right to be free and pray to
God
You think you tough,
but you too soft to play the card
We do this for life, damn right,
with all our heart
That's why the brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pimps and hoes,
gods and goddesses
These the real folks we fucks with the best
The brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pimps and hoes, gods and goddesses
These the real folks we fucks
with the best
Y can't say nothin' no more,
unless y 'all gon' go full
Gusto, I'm a nigga deluxe,
I bust your hustle
Off the muscle,
make y feel inadequate
Ain't that it, bitch,
your playin' kinda nice
With that rappin' shit from here on out
Bullshit niggas, clear on out
Fuck on with the fake images,
fuck your whereabouts
There's doubt that you really
are what you claim
We're here about your lil'
fuckin' squad and the game
Me, I never thug, never hustle,
and I never claim to
Survey of fake niggas,
90 % niggas they named you
Aim to do away with
rappers who just say shit
To end up on these radio ad playlists
They probably won't never play this
Ask me if I give a fuck, this is what
Me and my niggas pump up in the truck,
in the car
And in the house when
we fuckin' cleanin' up
No more lyin' ass rappers,
that's what the fuck I'm thinkin' of
This song,
if y 'all feel me, say fake rappers be gone
I'ma smoke through the
hood while y 'all sing along
It's for the brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pimps and hoes,
gods and goddesses
These the real folks we fucks with the best
The brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pimps and hoes, gods and goddesses
These the real folks we
fucks with the best
Come on, these fuckin'
rappers style all like
Caterpillars
I oughta kill, but I'm forced to chill,
cause the feds watchin'
So I proceed to keep my head boppin'
Grab rockin' when they bustin'
out my pockets
A valuable player, like pippin' to the
Rockets
I'm stickin' to the topic,
you trippin' off the hot shit
Watch this, killin'
Gaddafi, be not shit
Nigga, you're not me,
but you suck a lot of dick
Nasty new street, we pullin' out quick,
you don't dare
You motherfuckers is funny, like
Joe
Claire
Know me the holiest, the
Pope of my
Claire
You hoping I'm not here,
and your dreams are impaired
I swear, to ride on these biting
motherfuckers
Speak your own words,
nah I'm writin' motherfuckers
I don't love you,
what make you think I won't slug you?
I'm all the crazy,
lil' somethin' you can thug to
The brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pips and hoes, gods and goddess
These the real folks we fucks with the best
The brothers and sisters,
niggas and bitches
Kings and queens, hustlers and children
Pips and hoes, gods and goddess
These the real folks we fucks with the best
Outro 1
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